As if to sigh
With closing eyes
Face to crease
To the skies
Moment caught
In album time
Heartbeat sullen
Yet to cry.
The lapping waves
A murmuring breeze
The sharp grass
That cuts knees
Amongst each grain
Of shifting sand
Alone in world
Uncertain hands.
Far in distance
Ships on high
Upon horizons
Sea and sky
Slowly passing
In visions screen
The world it moves
As if a dream.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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The short lines and rhyme create a rolling rocking feeling to this poem almost like rocking a cradle
thanking you much appreciated
You are most welcome
A dreamy read, Norman 🕊️🙏
many thanks always appreciated
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write N. A dream of a bus - not a real one?! lol.
i think the no 7 is merely a rumour lol
Norman, what a beautiful reflection. What struck me most is the contrast between the intimate details...the grass, the sand, the breeze...and the distant ships moving across the horizon. It creates a feeling of being both deeply present and slightly adrift at the same time. The dreamlike quality of the ending ties it all together perfectly. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, many thanks always much appreciated
nicely written
thanking you always very much appreciated
Those dreams can bring both pleasure and sadness Norman/.
Andy
thats true my friend, thanks and appreciation
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